Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core

Dear Square Enix, the love of my gaming life.

It’s been some time since I’ve professed my love for you in writing, and I sincerely hope you’ve not forgotten the steamy nights we spent together in the summer of ‘94. I’ll never forget how you taught me to love by the dim illumination of the Sony flat-screen.

The last few weeks we’ve spent together have been bitter-sweet. Until you showed me the ways you’ve changed, I assumed our relationship was still bound by decade-old routine. I dreaded the turn-based dance, swaying between partners in order as the evening waned. But you expect more of me now, and your expectation compelled me to shed my old ways and strive to master the art of single-man combat. Gone are the days of turns, as you’ve gifted me the ability to play in real-time as I battle those who live to kill me. I revel in this new freedom.

Even in your change, you still remind me of where we have been. With magic and materia you comfort me, and I am warmed. With your words you guide me, and your lengthy cut-scenes send chills down my spine. Your camera blesses me, and I am thankful. I know that I’ve strayed in the past, flirting with other code when twilight fades. But you have shown me the light, and I swear to be faithful forever more.

I eagerly await your return.